The thrashing subsides, fading into a low yowl of discomfort, as Chris' mind reasserts itself. Her form starts to shrink in size, her eyes focusing again.
She stops at her hybrid form, remnants of bone spurs still coming from her shoulders and elbows, but they're only lightly pronounced. Her claws are longer, and her canines protrude more, but she has her mind back.
"I..." She drops to her knees, looking at her hands. "I'm me... I'm me..."
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